I have this annoying habit of posting short reviews of films I've seen to my Facebook page. This one is from earlier this year (apologies, Phil!):
To the Odeon Covent Garden for Hostiles, a late-period Western in which a bewhiskered Christian Bale has, in time-honoured film tradition, to escort a group of people he doesn’t like across the vast wastes of America. On the way all manner of disasters occur, mainly due to some remarkably accurate gunplay in which the dead-to-wounded ratio is about 100:1, but he gets there in the end. It’s well done, traditional Hollywood Native-America-guilt is present and correct, as is existential angst about us doing bad things to them because they did bad things to us. It also has a soppy ending of which Bale apparently disapproved but which leaves you with a silly grin on your face. Worth a visit.
Guthrum that about covers it..not Mr. Bales best effort..remarkable accuracy with the Army colt revolver at a moving tarket (on horseback) but thats Hollywood ! I was predicing the order in which Bales party would be killed off until only the chief,the woman and Bale would be left. Cheers, phil
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